Archive for the Crappy Poetry Category

Love

| February 14th, 2017

In which guise comes love?
Does it descend like soft winter snow?
Does it ignite in a crimson fire?
Does it overtake like the warm summer tide?

In which guise goes love?
Does it ebb and flow like the seasons?
Does it grow and die like as a human?
Does it burn in eternal glory like the stars?

Awe and fear are the gifts we were given,
In awe and fear, we know love.

Ready.

| January 5th, 2017

I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you, but I won’t spend the rest of my life mourning the loss of you.

Still, don’t take my forced nonchalance for anything but a mask. I seem cold, but it is my world that is colder.

The red rose is less red.
The blue sky is less blue.
The sweet air is less sweet.
And I am less without you.

Chasm

| August 16th, 2016

There’s a place that my mind wanders. An empty place.

A place where memory fades,
pride dulls, intellect dims.

A sheer chasm over an endless pit.
The cold, wet wind kisses my face, as I try not to look down into that abyss.

The emptiness calls, and I summon whatever fire within me to resist it.

Yet,